LOL, I wish I had a pic of myself last night. I was at home playing after riding my Harley to dinner in the heat. The ride itself was certainly not anything to cool one off, though, especially when sitting at a light with 96 cubic inches cooking the inside of my legs. It was just before dark, but still around 98-degrees out with a heat index of 105. So, back at home later, with the fans running inside I decided to watch a western on TV. Seemed to fit in with the heat, ya know? On the Western Channel they were showing Tomahawk with Van Hefling and Ivonne DeCarlo. It was a 2-1/2-star movie, not great, but doable. I must say, though, it was weird seeing Moses' wife wearing lipstick (DeCarlo was in The Ten Commandments, 1958). Seemed like a sin or something, LOL. No matter, though, as I lost interest in the story anyway and decided to turn the sound down and play some bass. I keep my rig in the living room ready for action when the movies are bad enough to watch only. Of course, with my bad hearing, I can hardly understand many of the lines (although I can understand the old movies better than the newer ones, why is that?). But, I can always understand the Indians hollering and Cavalry trumpets. Better yet, I love when the French horns start playing when they show a scene with beautiful scenery. It inspires me greatly while my hair blows in the fan's breeze, heh heh. But, without all that my bass lines can produce all the action and emotion to fit the scenes. Oh yeah. Well, I had been playing for some time and decided to sit down while I played, first on a stool, then, finally in the recliner. The recliner is ill equipped for the task, though. The arms are in the way, and I sink way down in it. It also makes my hands end up in the wrong positions. But, no matter, it was the end of the evening, I was hot, and wasn't really practicing. Actually, I was just trying to stay up awake for when my wife got home from a trip to meet an old girlfreind at Mammoth Cave in Kentucky. I slunk further and further down, sliding almost off the end of the seat. Eventually, I had the bass wedged between my hip and the arm, like being on a stand. As I became more tired and sleepy my head flopped over to the side. I was still playing and messing around, too. Suddenly, with my head sideways like that it brought up an image in my mind of Stephen Hawking, the way he sits in his chair (I love that guy and his thinking). Hm, Stephen Hawking on bass. Well, I was about to slip off into a black hole when the dog started to whimper, looking out the window. My wife had arrived. She was just in time to save me from melting away into infinity. I must've looked like a slob.